Why pour a cold drink into an unlikely hot tub? Only the kitchen sink knows.
The toaster and I share secrets about bread that no one else understands.
Sometimes I wonder if my fridge hums a tune of rebellion when I'm not around.
A butterfly once told me it was a moth in denial. Symbiotic whispers, indeed.
The couch claims dominion over the living room kingdom while plotting nap time revolutions.
In a world full of paper clips, be a magnetic force of creativity!
Every sock has its soulmate; they call it their “pair-a-dice”!